煩悩、ロックで鳴らす
[Shimokitazawa Girls Indie Garage Rock / Youth Emo Rock / Experimental Whisper / Glitch Core] Raw, youthful indie garage rock powered by overdriven, scrappy guitars and slightly ahead-of-the-beat drums with messy room bleed for immersive energy. Husky, breathy female vocals are intimate, wavering in pitch and timing, impulsively jumping from whispered textures to chant-like shouts. Experimental whispers and ritualistic, repetitive layers weave beneath the band without dominating the bright, relentless emo rock drive. No polish—just reckless urgency building toward a natural unresolved hum and guitar feedback outro.
煩悩、ロックで鳴らす
[Shimokitazawa Girls Indie Garage Rock / Youth Emo Rock / Experimental Whisper / Glitch Core] Raw, youthful indie garage rock powered by overdriven, scrappy guitars and slightly ahead-of-the-beat drums with messy room bleed for immersive energy. Husky, breathy female vocals are intimate, wavering in pitch and timing, impulsively jumping from whispered textures to chant-like shouts. Experimental whispers and ritualistic, repetitive layers weave beneath the band without dominating the bright, relentless emo rock drive. No polish—just reckless urgency building toward a natural unresolved hum and guitar feedback outro.
Lyrics
✦･━･✦･━･✦･━･✦
鐘の代わりに、かき鳴らす。
“Instead of praying, we play it loud.”
✦･━･✦･━･✦･━･✦
Lyrics
見る 聞く 嗅ぐ 味わう
触れる 考える
見る 聞く 嗅ぐ 味わう
触れる 考える
年末の街は あったかすぎて
知らない顔で 溢れてた
If I hadn’t come here
I didn’t need to know this
でも 知っちゃったから
もう 戻れない
目が欲しがる
耳が拾う
鼻が覚える
舌が信じる
肌が迷う
頭が嘘をつく
これが
私の世界
煩悩を ロックで 鳴らして
綺麗な夜に 背を向けて
I don’t need to be right
Just being here is enough
さぁ 鳴らせ 鳴らせ かき鳴らせ
鐘より先に 私という音が鳴る
あぁ
快、不快、快、不快、快、不快、快、不快
染まる、染まらない、
染まる、染まらない、
染まる、染まらない。
不苦不楽、不苦不楽、不苦不楽、不苦不楽
それが
私の世界
煩悩を ロックで 鳴らして
賑やかな街 背に預け
Don’t force an answer
Just being here is enough
煩悩を ロックで 鳴らして
綺麗な夜に 背を向けて
Throw away every mistake
I’m heading into tomorrow
さぁ 鳴らせ 鳴らせ かき鳴らせ
日の出より先に 私という陽が昇る
✦･━･✦･━･✦･━･✦
《 Burning Desires, Played Loud in Rock. - English Ver.》
I see, I hear, I smell, I taste
I touch, I think
I see, I hear, I smell, I taste
I touch, I think
The year-end streets were too warm
Overflowing with unfamiliar faces
If I hadn’t come here
I didn’t need to know this
But now that I do
There’s no going back
My eyes start wanting
My ears pick things up
My nose remembers
My tongue believes
My skin hesitates
My mind tells lies
This is
My world
I play my burning desires through rock
Turning my back on this beautiful night
I don’t need to be right
Just being here is enough
Come on—play it, play it, strike it loud
Before the temple bells ring,
The sound called “me” is already ringing
Ah—
Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain
Stained, not stained,
Stained, not stained,
Stained, not stained
Neither pain nor pleasure,
Neither pain nor pleasure,
Neither pain nor pleasure,
Neither pain nor pleasure
That is
My World
I play my burning desires through rock
Leaning my back against this crowded city
Don’t force an answer
Just being here is enough
I play my burning desires through rock
Turning my back on this beautiful night
Throw away every mistake
I’m heading into tomorrow
Come on—play it, play it, strike it loud
Before the sunrise breaks,
The sun called “me” rises first